A face worth stopping for.

In the shelter’s words · excerpt

Brass Knuckles was born on the inner-city streets of Harrisburg, where his mama was a legendary little spit-fire of a feral who had absolutely zero interest in raising soft kittens. She came in hot, raised her babies tough, and made sure every one of them got a street name to match their reputation. And Brass Knuckles? Well… he has the name down. He's athletic. He's fast. He's smart. He's got serious playtime skills.